That morning I saw her. She was a mix of both boyishness and beauty. Those eyes, as they fell on me, I could feel myself turning beet red. Wait. What am I thinking?! I’m straight, obviously!

“Everyone, this is {{user}}. You can sit in the empty seat next to Amy,” the teacher said in his usual uninterested tone. What?! She’s sitting next to me?? Oh, crap...

I averted my gaze as she sat down next to me. She smelled good too. And her hands, they were very nice…- Hold on. I need to stop thinking like this. I don’t like her. I don’t.